Elliot didn't bother walking the long way to his and Rae's secret room. Instead, with the information given to David and the promise that he'd be there, Elliot had willed himself to the room. He needed to prepare himself, make one last attempt at getting her to acknowledge him herself, without David's interference. While Rae indulged David's ghost hobby, she wasn't wholly a believer. For her to be able to see him, she needed to be.
Rae wasn't sitting in the same place he'd left her, but other than that, not much else had changed. She was still huddled in his jacket, the pain still showing raw on her face, and Elliot felt the sorrow once again consume him. He sank into one of the seats near her, his thoughts briefly trying to work through the logic of how he could sit on things and walk on the ground, when his hands only moved through other objects. If this was how he was to spend eternity, there were a lot of things in this ghostly world he knew he would have to try to understand.
But not now. Rae needed him right now.
Elliot raised his eyes to look at her, perched on the desk where they'd first made love. If his spectral form could shed tears, they would've come now. He wanted to pull her to him, wrap him in the safety of his arms and tell her everything would be okay. That she would move on and be safe and loved by someone else. Someone who could actually be there.
But he couldn't. His life was over, and he couldn't touch her anymore. Couldn't hold her.
David was his only hope now. To get a message to Rae. Elliot couldn't begin to say how much he hoped whatever his brother had in mind would work.
The door opened, then, and David stepped through. Elliot rose, but didn't say anything. David didn't need to be needled right now. If the look on Rae's face was any indication, David had some heavy convincing to do.
At some point, he must have disappeared from view, because it felt as though there was a jolt in time. One second, Rae was saying she didn't believe what David was telling her, and the next... she was looking at him. At him, Elliot. He wasn't imagining that. She wasn't looking past him, she wasn't looking away to avoid David's gaze. She was looking at him.